You paint the perfect picture Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa I adore you Every time I'm with ya Please let me know if I have your heart Baby love, you're my Mona Lisa Wanna feel your touch, wanna hear your sound 'Cause every time I'm with ya For you and I a world

And I know that I wasn't in the picture Tried to paint it, looking perfect And it never worked for the both of us I'mma let you know, now I'll let you go You should fly, for the first time in a long time Just fly, let you go, let you go Let you fly, for

I need something more Tell me what you see Touch, I remember touch Pictures came with touch A painter in my mind A tourist in a dream A visitor it seems A half-forgotten song Where do I belong?

And when she call me I might pick up I pull up on her, paint a picture I know you want me to be witcha But, baby I can't take no pictures She want Balmain, baby them is small things I'm balling, I might pull up when she calling No small change, walking

Girl, come show me your true colors Paint me a picture with your true colors True colors, true colors These are the questions of a new lover These are confessions of a new lover So if I love you It'd be just for you So when I'm touching you Can I trust

Will you let me romanticize, The beauty in our London Skies, You know the sunlight always shines, Behind the clouds of London Skies. Paint a picture, Clear cut and pale on a cold winters day, Shapes and cool light wander the streets like an army of

Shed your light on me Be my eyes when I can’t see Shed your light on me Be my guide so I can see The bigger picture Long before the colors start to bleed I can see the painting come alive Clever like an angel in disguise Moving in and out of reach

It's only a painting But not to pretty a picture A thousand words I know them all The frozen bird, a hockey puck Shed tears, move on to Van Gogh Move on to Van Gogh There's something there in Williamson's Garage I think it's me trying to start a fire

While we're living The dreams we have as children fade away They fade away away away I'll paint you the picture 'Cause I don't think You live round here no more I've never even seen The key to the door We only get what we will settle for

Yeah, livin' life like this Gotta paint a picture when I write like this Tales from my hood, not a sight like this Where they up to no good on a night like this And they murder motherfuckers just cause Type of shit I see and probably wonder what it was I